Cracking day yesterday, we were so fortunate with the weather, as Ceri said, it was nigh on perfect overall and all in all, a very enjoyable evening and day, despite the shite drive back last night due to M25 closure
I’ll do a bit more of a write up on the bike itself in my thread on it, but in short, the 765RS performed faultlessly once I got the suspension sorted- it's felt fine on the road, but going down Paddock and into the fast left/right flick before Chris/Clearways rear was very choppy, and I suspect possibly even hitting the limit of travel, so I threw some money at a suspension man for the first time in a very long time – there were a couple of damping changes, but the main problem was sag and getting front/rear sitting balanced- I'm not far away from needing a heavier rear spring TBH, but got there with standard- we ended up approx. 15mm higher both ends and transformed it.
As Ceri also says, abilities on this day were certainly very mixed, even ( or perhaps especially) in Fast, which is where I was, and this was by no means what I’d call a fast group by any stretch of the imagination- I’m definitely not fast, and I think I only got passed two or three times all day and I was lapping loads and load of people- some twice in a session.
Great fun though, and I was so very thankful that I had my lucky charm with me on this one- someone was definitely watching over me yesterday as had a proper arse-clencher of a moment .
It was about half way through the day whilst dicing with a l guy on a Blade- he knew what he was doing and it’d been nip and tuck the whole session, I’d have him in one or two places and he’d get me back, usually along the pit straight, and it was there that it happened. He got by me and I was tucked right in desperately trying to hang on to be close enough to go up the inside into Paddock, or Druids if not, when just after we crossed the start/finish line and as you’re about to sit up to brake for Paddock, he disappeared in a massive cloud of smoke and I felt the splat and smell of hot oil on my visor
More by luck than judgement I shot down the inside, not touching the brakes , thinking awww no and getting ready to see sky and gravel when I tipped in, just as I saw his bike and bits of it 15ft in the air and him bounce off the safety fence through my peripheral vision.
The tyres gripped though- I used every inch of the track and the green paint too down paddock and miraculously I was still on (which I guess shows I should be trying harder
) so it was a steady cruise back to the pits not touching the brakes or leaning at all.
Thankfully Weeksy was on hand with the polishing cloths, so a can of brake cleaner later and the bike, my leathers gloves and lid etc were de-greased and we were straight back out next session with no further mishaps.
As for Mr Fireblade, I went down and had a chat with the marshals, the impact had knocked him out but he recovered consciousness by the time they took him away, and was sitting up OK so fingers crossed no serious injuries - that was a fast off and he would have hit the fence hard, so he is a very lucky boy IMO
The same couldn’t be said for his bike unfortunately, it had gone end over end , snapped yokes, frame, subframe etc etc, but I guess there’s an engine for someone’s kit car.
One cautionary note was the cause of the crash- it wasn’t, as I’d assumed, the engine lunching itself, but the oil filter slightly unscrewing itself, firing red hot oil at high pressure straight onto the front tyre and of course all the way down the track. He (or whoever changed the oil) obviously hadn’t nipped it up tight enough- a reminder of how important it is to take care over even the most basic maintenance tasks eh…
Anyway, I digress, thankfully it didn’t detract from our fun, and was a great day overall- roll on Pembrey next week-end and fingers crossed for some more of the same weather
Whoops
The longest diversion home as the M25 was closed but home to pizza, cake and fizz. What more could a girl want! 
